for greener pastures

Ruga put down his work with a sigh. The piece he was working on was being particularly stubborn and not quite turning out how he wanted so he decided to leave it for a bit and maybe come back to it later. Leaving his workshop, he walked outside to get a bit of fresh air and stretch his legs that were sore and cramped up from having to work on such fine detail work for so long. He always liked the results of the smaller details and the etching he was working on when it was all said and done, but the work to do it was pretty tiring. As he was walking he spotted one of the women of the pack that he wasn't very familiar with hard at work building something out of logs and mud. His head tipped as he watched her for a moment before finally deciding to walk toward her.

"Want an extra set of paws?" he offered as he approached her, reaching up to help hold the log in place while she placed the mud around them. He looked around at the supplies she had gathered, trying to make sense of what it was she was building. He knew there was this big push to build up the structures and things the pack could use in their new home, which was how his forge had gotten finished so quickly, but this project was still early in its build and he didn't know much outside of blacksmithing. "What're you working on anyway?"

"Ruga Amanto"